Magical Device Craftsman Dahlia Won’t Hang Her Head Down Anymore

Weak rain from the morning stopped before noon.

Further northeast of the Wang capital, from the temple, you will see a vast cemetery fenced with green trees and gray bricks.

When those who live in the Wang capital die, most of the nobles and common people are buried here.

It is the temple that manages the tomb, but it is not necessary to be a believer to enter the tomb. It's almost free if you're in a joint cemetery, and I hear it's a measure to prevent infection from the dead or becoming undead.

Carriage stops, Darya went down to a slightly slippery cobblestone in the rain.

Because my shoes don't slip, and Wolfe brought me all my luggage but bouquets.

Today Wolfe is wearing black knight clothes and fairy crystal glasses. He carried something like a sword wrapped in a blue cloth and had two wraps with liquor and a glass in his hand.

All Dahlia has is a small bouquet of white and red, two bouquets.

Last night, when I broke up with Wolf, he asked me what I was planning for today.

When Darya told her that it was her father's grave, Wolfe also had a flower appointment because her mother's life day was near.

So I hesitated at first to him about turning the carriage, but we both had to go to a commercial guild in the afternoon, so I ended up taking it.

We are together until the entrance of the cemetery, creeping through the white, high gate, but beyond that, the path is divided between the left for the nobles, the right for the common people.

The Scalfalotto family, of course, is in the aristocratic area. Darya's grandfather and father are the Baron Emeritus, but the tomb is a common area.

"Wolf, it will be apart from here. The tomb of the house is in this area."

Speaking to receive his luggage, the youth turned to the path of the commoner area, his toes.

"Let's go together. I can pray to the tomb of Darya's house, and then you can go to our tomb."

"What?"

After Darya hardened her mind, she slipped away gently from Wolfe.

"Darya, what's wrong?

"Uh... in common people, if you're not a future sworn lover or fiancé, you won't go to the grave of their house. And then the two of us going to both graves alternately to pray will be engaged or after marriage...... so if you say it like right now, it will be misunderstood......"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. Really..."

"It's okay! Because I don't get it wrong!

"... right"

Darya, who accidentally said all she could, and Wolfe, who looks strangely far away.

This subtle air would be due to differences in habits between aristocrats and common people, their high walls.

Sneezing, he promised to meet him at the carriage stop and split into left and right paths.

The tomb of the Earl of Scalfalotto family is on the edge of the aristocratic area.

Originally the Viscount family, so it's not that big a grave. Still, the place of prayer, up six stone stairs and slightly higher, is not comparable in size to the common area.

Two bright white cylindrical tombstones line the foot forward.

Before the tombstone, a brand new bouquet of lilies was wet in the rain. Next to it, also place the white bouquet you bring. A handkerchief and a glass were placed on the low table in front of the grave and the white wine was poured gently.

When the glasses are removed, activate the bug proof Magic Instrument.

Until now, I've never spoken to a grave or anything, but today I felt like talking a little bit.

"Mother...... I spoke to Master Gouid. I also learned that your father was coming. I was too young."

I assumed on my own that there was no one else to cry for my mother, that I was the only one sad.

I kept my distance from people because I didn't like to get hurt, and I ran away from trouble.

He said he was a grown man, but he lived in the same contents as that day.

But already, you're a child, and you stop running around.

Last night, Darya had badly hurt eyes as she spoke pale.

The slightest fright and brittleness she showed, which she thought was strong. That's something I don't want anyone else to see.

"I want to protect you, I've made friends"

Poop, drop the word as if it were the first rain.

"She made me a magic guide to protect me. In time, you might also be able to do an amazing demon sword. I keep bothering you, but one day, I want to be able to protect her. And in order to do that, I need to be able to beat my mother."

When I was a child, in teaching swords, my mother asked me.

"What kind of knight does Wolf want to be?

I thought my mother said that was about the type of battle, whether it was offensive or defensive, force or speed.

But I don't think so now.

"It's late, but it's a reply to What Knight Do You Want to Be? I aim to be the one who can protect those who want to. The knight's answer would be disqualification, but that's what I want."

The sword I brought wrapped in a blue cloth was the sword my mother sifted that day.

The blade was broken and blurred, it had been carefully repaired and turned into my mother's weapon room.

Without removing the cloth, head to the grave and hold it with both hands as it is.

A knight who died protecting someone has a story about giving protection to his beloved creature after his death.

Is this the word of the kingdom alone, or is it a whisper to those left behind by the knights?

Still, if that's true, only one wish of my own.

"I can fight for myself. If that happens, give Dahlia the protection, not me."

Wolf closed his golden eyes and prayed for a long time.

At the end of the road, the rain-washed cylindrical headstones all glow like brand new ones.

Darya stopped on her feet on the way to a similar grey tombstone drifting in line.

A small grave where my grandparents and father sleep. The cylinder is just the thickness of the circle Dahlia makes with both hands.

Someone must have come to pray for me. My father's favorite vial of booze was placed in front of the grave.

In the Wang capital it is mostly a complete cremation, returning the powdered ashes under the tombstone, to the soil.

The day after I deposited my father's coffin in the temple, I received one pure white ash from the cleric in the palm of my hand.

In a glass box, he shifted it from the thin slab in front of the grave and gently sprinkled it under this grave.

I remember not knowing what to do with the slightest but windy ashes.

It's been a month and a half since I've come to the grave.

If it's true, Tobias and I were supposed to be here the day we filed our marriage papers.

That's what a rushed day it was when I went to Royal Castle to launch a new friend, Chamber of Commerce, to break up my engagement.

Serving the bouquet of red flowers before the grave, he poured the red wine he had brought into two glasses, one of which was kept in the grave.

Hold the other one yourself and gently match the glass.

"Dad, it's over with Tobias, but if you were looking at how it went, you wouldn't be mad."

Tobias should be more pissed off in content, but given who he is now, I also feel that my father would just laugh at me for 'good for you'.

"I didn't know Dad had a hobby of making 'loans' to people. To Gabriella and Viscount Jeddah, Mr. Osvaldo... there may be others."

Deputy Guild Manager for Commercial Guilds, owner of the Magic Instrument Store, Right Eye of the Goddess.

I never dreamed that I had made loans to such people and entrusted them with my daughter, myself.

"Usually it was so sloppy and appropriate, but it's against the rules to do something cool in the shadows"

With it, I let my mouth hang against the headstone.

I'm going to hear my father's bitter laugh, 'Darya, drop it and then don't raise it'.

"But... I'm glad you cared, but I don't think we should stay like this. Otherwise, I'll always remain 'worried daughter' in 'half a serving', won't I?

As a magician, I thought for the rest of my life, I couldn't surpass my father.

All this time, I thought I should follow you behind that.

My father's, I wish I could walk behind my fiancée and have a quiet day until I die.

That was overworked death in a previous life, no one was on your side at the end of the day, maybe because of that loneliness and fear.

But a lot has changed since the day I got my engagement broken and decided not to get upset.

My father still loves it.

Since my father's death, I can see better that he cared about and was taken care of.

As a daughter, and as a magic conductor, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you for having been raised dearly.

Still, you can't keep walking behind it.

There are fears, there are anxieties, there are strays.

Still, unless you choose for yourself and go your own way, you can't be alone all the time.

Then, forever, I cannot put my father to sleep in peace.

"No magic, no technology at all, but I don't know how many decades it will take, but still"

I raise my gaze and stare at the grave and declare it with a definite voice.

"I want to be a magician beyond my father."

If I recall the strong rainbow magic that flooded my father's wide back, from his fingertips, I think it's a reckless wish.

The idea because there is a previous life, and the self appreciated for it, technology does not extend far to my father.

Still, it's not a bad goal for as long as I live.

So let's believe we can be.

'Tell me you don't want to be, tell me you will,' because my father would have said so.

"You've got my back, I've got a dear friend. I'm not alone. I'm sure you'll be fine."

Darya smiled her best, pointing her face to the grave.

I have a Wolf who is a dear friend and wholeheartedly supports me as a magic conductor.

Marcella, Ivano, Gabriella, Dominic and many others have supported me in Irma.

Because of that, I didn't get upset, I didn't stop, I got this far.

Though there is not a lot of noise and problems, I laugh with all my heart and spend my days looking forward.

That's why I don't want my father to worry about me anymore.

I'm not my father's "little Dahlia" anymore.

Even if I fall, I'm sure I'll get up on my own.

"One day, I'll be an amazing magician... looking forward to it"

The wine glass raised to the same height as the tomb had a seven-colored rainbow on it.